The Edge of Surrender
Read the storyChanse needed felt the immense need to make Tommy break, to lose it. To push him further than ever before. He knew Tommy liked it rough, liked being tossed around and forced into surrender. Tommy could take a lot, didn't want it to hurt - but got off on the possibility of it - if Chanse didn't pay attention. The fine line and Chanse's control leaving Tommy breathless. He found the stupidly expensive bottle of lube Tommy would insist on buying, and worked his impecable clothes off, piece by piece. Watching the expensive, soft fabric fall against his fair skin, revealing the marbling of marks and the planes of hair scattered on his body. Chanse wanted to see just how far he could actually push the strong, big muscular and manly man underneath him before it got too much. He trusted Tommy would let him know. His fingers, practiced, worked Tommy open. Feeling the still slightly loosened hole from the quick fuck before work. Tommy was sensitive, didn't need much for his breath to hitch. He was perfect. The time perfect to push him further. His cock drove in deep thrusts into his mans ready hole. Tommy allowing it to happen, already dancing on the edge of too much. Chanse wasn't even thinking about his own release, laser focus on Tommy's face, the way his body responded. He'd break him fully. It would be okay as long as he was there for the after. Caring for him, soft and gentle. Making up for his roughness with an extra layer of love and carefully and slowly put him back together again. When Chanse allowed himself to come, after caring for his man, Tommy comes again, this time from the softness in his voice and touches.